Three And Thirty Years

Three and thirty years I tried

To forget all the tears I cried

Then one who knew me long ago

Appeared upon my lonely road

Warning me of trouble soon

And talking me of pending doom

Then all at once he disappeared

And left me in a tomb of fear

Pray in silence, brave the cold

A son, a mother, priest and robe

Will hold The Word until their sleep

A dove will fly above the keep

Now forever life is gone

Beholden to a sacred song

The sun will too late understand

That dark consumes the light of man

That dark consumes the light of man